Train chaos (open)

Nodding when hearing his answer she almost wondered how often such heists happened when Firo was on a train. Obviously this wasn't the first time he had gone through such an experience and likely wouldn't be the last. From what Otsama knew trains were notorious for being targets of heists or criminal activity so this didn't really surprise her in the least.

But as Firo said they now had a suitcase to worry about that had obviously been set on this train for something. The question now was what was it for? "Well how about we take a little peek to what's inside. I'm sure your as curious as I am to what lies within that was worth so much...trouble." Otsama had paused to consider the right phrase but thought trouble would be a good way to sum this up. Walking over to Firo she took the brief case from his hand and moved over to one shelf that was empty and carefully began flicking open the locks on the brief case before she opened it up and examined inside.

At the moment someone was walking towards the car was when Otsama stiffened, turning her head enough to listen closely. At frist they were faint until they gradually got closer to the car making her realize it might be someone coming to see what the hold up was from the passengers, other conductors, or another of the goons. It was at that moment one of the men came to the car, "Way ahead of you."She said but didn't get the chance to duck down on her own and watched Firo get struck in the arm, making her a bit concerned for the young man. "Geez, you keep this up you'll be lucky to ride a train ever again." She said to him before glaring towards the man as he seemed ready to unleash another volley of bullets.

"I'd suggest you stay back though, because these guys are really pushing my patience." As Otsama said this her eyes became visibly more feral-looking and her ears becoming slightly more pointed. It had been a long while since she used this part of her powers but maybe it just might deter these guys from continuing. Snarling she stood and her body began to shift, growing in size and mass and taking only but a short time to become a werewolf, howling loudly enough the man began to back away. Though her clothes tore slightly they at least were elastic enough to accommodate the new form. With now being in her mahogany furred wolf form she walked towards the man that was backing away slightly.

Deep down though she hoped Firo would be able to take the chance to grab the suitcase or at least destroy it. If the device was of no use then it might force the men to back off.

Hearing the slight strangeness in Firo's tone made Otama wonder if the man was alright or beginning to lose it from his wounds. Even if he had worse it still worried her that he may eventually pass out or end up in critical condition before they would reach their destination. Why she was worried for Firo she didn't know and Otsama could easily just leave him there to die if she wanted to but deep down it felt wrong to do so, especially when he went to great lengths to even help stop this band of men who seemed quite hard pressed to get the contents of the case.

Growling a bit Otsama managed to back the man into a corner, but grunted as bullets were fired at close range which embedded into her skin. Yet again however, the bullets began to drop to the floor and her wounds gradually heal as she grabbed the man by the throat followed by a thud of his gun dropping to the floor as he clawed at her hand to get her to let go. Even pleading for Otsama to spare him. Unfortunately, Otsama's merciful side was gone as she merely threw the man hard across to the wall near her, his body giving a sickening thud before he crumpled to the floor, only twitching occasionally but she was certain he was out cold. Her strength in this form was far surpassed that of her human one so she doubted the man would get up any times soon which now left the suitcase.

Though it was at that moment she heard someone fall, turning to see Firo on the floor. Once again she began to suspect blood loss was the culprit, making him weakened and unable to finish the task. Understanding this she crouched on all fours and walked towards him only to catch a faint scent, one mixed with the conductor yet different at the same time. Confused, the lupine mutant stopped near the conductor, looking him over closely in wonder as she tried to make sense of this new scent she had not detected until now. Perhaps there was more to this man as she suspected.

Shaking her head Otsama decided to leave this for later as she moved to the suitcase and flipped it over, discovering the contents on the floor. It seemed a few different parts, chips, wires, and connectors, which meant the device wasn't even assembled yet. Growling softly she began stomping about on the pieces until they were in tiny bits, making them unusable and now basically worthless in value. The men had wasted their efforts for nothing.

Growling one final time Otsama finally returned to normal, cracking a few joints as she stretched and adjusted back to her normal form before turning back to Firo. Though in her expression there was obvious tiredness now, the form usually taking quite a bit out of her each time which is why she used it sparingly. "You look like you are hardly able to stand." She said as she approached Firo and knelt beside him, eyeing him for a long moment. "So, you have enough strength to explain why your scent seems to suddenly have a slight difference in it conductor?" She asked in an almost casual, curious one before she decided to add, "In fact, this Monster has a connection to you doesn't it."She said, more as a statement than a question.

His laughing unnerved Otama slightly, never seeing someone laugh when they were facing death and likely in a bad situation. In a way she did find it slightly creepy. "It wasn't obvious before until the change in your scent caught my attention, that's what really had me beginning to put two and two together. It resembles a wolf's scent to a point, which trust me I know that smell since I'm a lupine mutant or someone with wolf traits." She explained to him as she looked at his wounds for a moment to which it was lucky for him she knew first aid, basic but it'd help.

Turning away she looked towards the walls until she saw the first aid kit and went to it and grabbed it quickly, not caring to be exactly gentle with anything and just yanking it from the wall. Coming to his side she began taking out bandages and the rubbing alcohol and began gently rubbing it in the wounds to clean it before wrapping bandages around his arm that had been shot and applying a large band-aid to where he had been hurt elsewhere. "Be lucky I know first aid though, otherwise you might lose much more blood so that Monster inside of you is the least of your problems." She stated as she focused on what she was doing and made sure everything was secure with his bandages. They weren't top grade professional but they were far better then letting him bleed to unconsciousness or death.

Now that was done though she decided to try and talk to the man in hopes it might calm him down, "You know sometimes the connections we have, whether inside or out we can't always choose. You just learn to embrace it and not let it bother you all the time. Trust me, there are just some demons you can't escape." She said, figuring he knew that already before she added. "Though I never did get your name through this whole ordeal, my name is Otsama Duvessa."

"Well, I did say to a point there isn't exactly a true wolf scent from whatever it is the lies within you." Otsama told him, knowing she could smell the difference but she wasn't exactly eager to see this thing in action from the way he described it. So this legend obviously was an intimidation thing, likely to protect the trains he worked upon from such men as the ones that had been trying to obtain the item she smashed to bits. An admirable attempt to say the least but obviously not too effective for some groups as these men went on with their plans to steal some technology and this time winded up facing something close to a monster, which sometimes Otsama considered herself from time to time.

Pushing these thoughts aside she merely shook her head, "Don't worry about it, I've had much more troublesome people to deal with." She assured him as she for now leaned against the wall and relaxed for the time being, "Unfortunately, not everyone has a healing factor, mine might have been faster though if I didn't have this damn metal in my body."She sighed, lifting her hand enough to eject the claws on her left hand, seeing they were still stained but she didn't seemed disturbed by the sight. Actually, she had gotten use to it a long time ago during her Weapon X training so it was now a simple matter of cleaning them later. "Honestly, this could have gone much worse if these men had been more serious." She said, not really worrying about the Monster for the moment.

"Suppose it depends what you view as a monster Firo," Otsama said with a shrug, leaning her head back and closing her eyes for a bit to relax. After all that fighting and the transformation in her werewolf form she definitely was feeling the toll on her body already despite begin able to go on for hours. Least, longer than the average human. That didn't mean she wasn't able to become tired more quickly from time to time and it just happened to be one of those.

Retracting her claws then she merely shrugged slightly, "Maybe, it's not all that great sometimes." She muttered, having come to somewhat despise her healing factor for personal reasons but she didn't exactly say why. Though after a bit the young woman finally stood and stretched a bit, "Come on, we better get back to that car and tell the passengers things are alright now and make sure the rest of those bozos aren't causing some issues." She said as she offered a hand to Firo, half expecting that he still might need support.